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anything more, Alex started to fight his way through the
crush of people now coming his way. He still could see her. That
dress belonged to no one else but her. His gun was concealed. He
was just another person scrambling to get out.
Behind
him there was another explosion, this one greater than the last, and it shook
people to their knees while the smoke above them set off the sprinkler
system. There was a series of pops
as the sprinklers sprang into action and began to douse the room in ways that
would make the floors so slick, escape would prove even more difficult.
“Alex!”
Carmen shouted.
But he
was gone.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
He shoved
his way forward, never losing sight of the silver dress. She was at the base of the stairs trying
with others to get to the blocked exit above. Men still were pounding against the exit
door, but because they were so closely packed together, there was no room for
momentum to truly give the doors the push they needed.
It was
difficult to stand. The room was
slick with water, which had smothered some of the smoke. People were calling for calm, but no one
was listening. Jean-George Laurent
had just been shot in the head. Tootie Staunton-Miller was still lying on top of him, her face squarely
lodged into the hollow core of his meat face. Addison Miller was trying to lift her
up. His face was grief-stricken,
slick with water and shining because of it. There was a killer among them, people
feared it and they wanted out.
“This
doesn’t happen to people like us!” Lorvenia Billiups screamed. “Why is this happening!”
“It’s
Leana Redman,” Frieda Zulrika Teeple said. “That bullet was meant for her. She’s always been trouble. She’s the one they’re after, just like last time. Keep away from her!”
“Somebody
help me,” Count Luftwick hollered. “I can’t see. You fucking
people know I’m blind. Where’s my
wife? Where’s the countess? Why isn’t she helping me? She wants me to die, I know it!”
As ropes
of insanity spun out to form nooses in the room, Alex inched closer to his
mark, who now was washed clean thanks to the sprinklers. Her hair was falling down her back in
thick wet curls. The man she was
with earlier was assisting the others in putting all of his muscle behind the
door, trying to force it open. Security was making an effort to gain some semblance of control, but
they might as well have been talking into a vacuum.
Alex
looked at Leana and reached for his gun. If he held it low and concealed it against his side, no one would know
it was he who shot her. There was
too much confusion. He looked
behind him to see his way out. With
all the scrambling, it would be difficult to get to Carmen and the corridor,
but not impossible.
Leana
Redman was thirty feet away from him. He removed his gun, held it low and was about to shoot when the room was
plunged into darkness.
Alex
whirled around and waited for the generators to kick in. They didn’t, at least not
immediately. Instead, the security
lights flickered and dimmed as if a child was playing with a switch.
Above
the crowd, far to Alex’s right, a gunshot rang into the room, causing shrieks
of fear as people either fell to the floor or tried to find a way out. It was Carmen. He knew it was her. She was calling to him. She was asking him to come with her.
His hand
was in the same position it had been when he had the gun poised at Leana. Had she moved? He wasn’t sure, but he nevertheless
fired four quick shots in similar directions. He heard the buckling of knees, the
falling back of those who were either injured or dead, and hoped that one of
them was her.
He
turned around and took flight in the dark, shoving people out of his way as he
neared the corridor and shouted out Carmen’s name.
Another
gunshot cracked, this time not far in front of him. He
crush of people now coming his way. He still could see her. That
dress belonged to no one else but her. His gun was concealed. He
was just another person scrambling to get out.
Behind
him there was another explosion, this one greater than the last, and it shook
people to their knees while the smoke above them set off the sprinkler
system. There was a series of pops
as the sprinklers sprang into action and began to douse the room in ways that
would make the floors so slick, escape would prove even more difficult.
“Alex!”
Carmen shouted.
But he
was gone.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
He shoved
his way forward, never losing sight of the silver dress. She was at the base of the stairs trying
with others to get to the blocked exit above. Men still were pounding against the exit
door, but because they were so closely packed together, there was no room for
momentum to truly give the doors the push they needed.
It was
difficult to stand. The room was
slick with water, which had smothered some of the smoke. People were calling for calm, but no one
was listening. Jean-George Laurent
had just been shot in the head. Tootie Staunton-Miller was still lying on top of him, her face squarely
lodged into the hollow core of his meat face. Addison Miller was trying to lift her
up. His face was grief-stricken,
slick with water and shining because of it. There was a killer among them, people
feared it and they wanted out.
“This
doesn’t happen to people like us!” Lorvenia Billiups screamed. “Why is this happening!”
“It’s
Leana Redman,” Frieda Zulrika Teeple said. “That bullet was meant for her. She’s always been trouble. She’s the one they’re after, just like last time. Keep away from her!”
“Somebody
help me,” Count Luftwick hollered. “I can’t see. You fucking
people know I’m blind. Where’s my
wife? Where’s the countess? Why isn’t she helping me? She wants me to die, I know it!”
As ropes
of insanity spun out to form nooses in the room, Alex inched closer to his
mark, who now was washed clean thanks to the sprinklers. Her hair was falling down her back in
thick wet curls. The man she was
with earlier was assisting the others in putting all of his muscle behind the
door, trying to force it open. Security was making an effort to gain some semblance of control, but
they might as well have been talking into a vacuum.
Alex
looked at Leana and reached for his gun. If he held it low and concealed it against his side, no one would know
it was he who shot her. There was
too much confusion. He looked
behind him to see his way out. With
all the scrambling, it would be difficult to get to Carmen and the corridor,
but not impossible.
Leana
Redman was thirty feet away from him. He removed his gun, held it low and was about to shoot when the room was
plunged into darkness.
Alex
whirled around and waited for the generators to kick in. They didn’t, at least not
immediately. Instead, the security
lights flickered and dimmed as if a child was playing with a switch.
Above
the crowd, far to Alex’s right, a gunshot rang into the room, causing shrieks
of fear as people either fell to the floor or tried to find a way out. It was Carmen. He knew it was her. She was calling to him. She was asking him to come with her.
His hand
was in the same position it had been when he had the gun poised at Leana. Had she moved? He wasn’t sure, but he nevertheless
fired four quick shots in similar directions. He heard the buckling of knees, the
falling back of those who were either injured or dead, and hoped that one of
them was her.
He
turned around and took flight in the dark, shoving people out of his way as he
neared the corridor and shouted out Carmen’s name.
Another
gunshot cracked, this time not far in front of him. He
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